Amon Leclair

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[amon-leclair]

@crystal-approved-king

“You will die for the King of Light, Amon. Your death will help usher the world back into the light.”

Amon finally got the chance to meet Noctis in the midst of a battle and all he could do was stare in shock. This---this ‘boy’ was the ‘Chosen King’ who was to deliver the world from darkness? It couldn’t be. He wasn’t anything more than a child who seemed uninterested in their school lectures. “Gods.” The purple haired male whispered to himself. “Bahamut has really made a mistake this time.” He took a step forward and passed by all of the fallen magitek until he stood only a few feet from the prince. Of course, he couldn’t approach him without his friends standing in front of him to inquire about who Amon was. He had expected as much---in fact, he had been briefed on his cousin’s ‘friends’.

“You are Noctis Lucis Caelum?” The soldier asked with a tilt of his head, blue hues scanning the boy with curiosity. The Crystal had seriously chosen him as the one who would save them all? Amon almost wanted to laugh and inform his friends that they were putting their faith in the wrong person. “Do you know who I am, Noctis?”

That was a stupid question of course. Noctis probably knew nothing of him or of his father’s past within the Lucian bloodline.  How much was Amon to reveal to the prince? Would revealing anything ruin any of Bahamut’s revelations? Maybe if he told him the truth, Noctis could ensure his own victory. Maybe he would ‘wake up’ from his childish inhibitions. “I haven’t got the time to give you a full rundown on who I am, unfortunately….but I’ll allow you to commit me to memory.”

Amon reached up and removed the mask from his face, revealing the scars underneath. He saw a few of the boy’s friends wince, but he ignored them. The stares of people when they saw his true face had grown old a long time ago. “I am the son of someone that you have met.” There were inquisitive looks on the group’s face but he did not elaborate any further. “And you know who quite well. In fact, we’re cousins!” He replaced the mask on his face and sighed heavily.

“I do not want to die for a child who is scared of his own shadow.” Amon began to take a few steps back toward the airship that had carried him there. He tilted his head again and made a disappointed ‘tsk’. “Grow up. That’s all the advice I can give you, cousin. Life is about to get quite difficult for you. For all of us.” He motioned to Noctis’ friends standing nearby. “I’m rooting for you. Don’t disappoint us.” He boarded the ship but kept his eyes on the prince. It was such a curious, curious thing how the Crystal worked. It chose who it liked and who it deemed the best fit for the jobs ahead.

Could it be wrong this time?

No. Amon decided that it couldn’t. Noctis just hadn’t bloomed into the man he was supposed to be, yet. In time, everything would come to a full circle and everyone would fulfill their destinies.

[amon-leclair]

“I just wanted to be happy. Just once. Is that too much to ask?”

@scourged-child

Happiness was an emotion that Amon Leclair hadn’t felt for a long time.

“You ask the wrong person, sister.” He answered his older sister truthfully. The pair had only just been reunited and he could see the differences between them in a clear light. “I’ve not been happy since I was twelve years old. It seems that happiness isn’t a thing that runs in our family. Ask father. Maybe he will have a different answer.” Amon told her with a bitter expression written across his face.

[amon-leclair]

TW: Suicide attempt

@ebony-nox

“Ebony….” Amon reached for the black haired woman and then pulled his hand back from her. No---doing something gentle such as caressing her face or pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, wouldn’t help things right now. It would only give Ebony hope. No, to do what needed to be done, Amon had to sever all ties with those he loved. “It’s been….a good two years.” He smiled to himself as he stepped back onto the balcony.

“But I find that I can no longer hold on.” He shook his head. “My mind isn’t what it was two years ago when we met. It’s becoming something ugly, something that I never wanted it to be. There’s not much longer until I forget even you.” That was the hardest part of all of this---forgetting. He didn’t want to forget who he used to be. Those memories of his past were the ones that kept him going in trying times, but now they were all fading.

Once he was on the balcony, he turned from the woman and looked to the lush gardens below. “Tell my father that I hate him. I hate having his blood inside of me. It’s his blood that I’m spilling tonight. I’m cleansing myself from having to associate with him.” From Amon’s side, he drew a dagger and steeled himself from turning around to see Ebony’s expression. He didn’t know what he would do if he seen her face.

Silver glinted in the moonlight as the man brought the knife up to his throat. “Goodnight, Ebony Nox.”

[amon-leclair]

trigger warning: death, childhood trauma, blood, violence.

[amon-leclair]

godlike-creator

Grey walls.

Cell doors.

Some with lights, some without.

A cell completely shrouded in darkness was opened.

Amon couldn’t fight though…..all he could do was sleep.

Stars and nebulae flew past Amon---faster than anything that he had ever seen in his life. Faster than the wild chocobos that ran passed his village on days where it was warm. It might have been ‘interesting’ or ‘cool’ to the young boy, if he didn’t feel so afraid. Was he dead? Was he on his way to being dead? As fast as the stars had been going, they suddenly stopped and he found himself on ‘stable’ ground (although, he could see no ground of any sort holding him up). “Approach--Amon Lucis Caelum.” A voice that the boy had never heard before called out to him, but he was confused. What was that name? He wasn’t, ‘Amon Lucis Caelum’. He was, ‘Amon Leclair’, right? “Do not fear me.”

The child spun in a circle for a few moments until the source of the voice was found. A monster was standing behind him---higher than the sky could ever reach. It was winged with gold and had armor encasing its body. Its face could not be seen though, a mask shrouded any features except its eyes. “Where am I?” Amon asked with a nervous voice.

“In a place that is older than time itself.” The creature answered and extended a hulking hand to Amon to climb upon. The boy did it and was brought up to face the monster’s eyes. “Be not afraid here, child….for here is where you will find repose.” There was silence as the twelve year old shifted uncomfortably under the being’s gaze. He wanted to believe that this place was holy---that it could bring him peace, but he couldn’t, not with the nervousness that was plaguing his body.

“....My name is Amon Leclair. My mother was Geida. I don’t know the name you called me.” The child explained to the ‘thing’ with cast down eyes.  This was all very confusing.

“I, Bahamut, will explain everything to you in due time, Amon.”  There was another pause as the stars shifted. Nearby on the ground, a man and a woman appeared. They were smiling and looked to be very much in love. “Not only your mother’s blood runs through your veins. Your father’s blood is running through you and to your heart at this very moment.” The man on the ground below suddenly disappeared and the woman was left alone, with a pregnant belly. “Your mother was left alone to raise you. She felt it unimportant to mention your father. You were a happy child.” The stars shifted again to show his mother and him playing together when he was only three years old. The sight of Geida Leclair was enough to make Amon want to run to the woman---but somehow, he knew it was merely an illusion. He remembered what the ‘blonde haired man’ had done to his mother. Her body had no longer been whole last time he had seen her.

“You and your mother were meant to part. Her death has been written in the stars for centuries. It was apart of a greater destiny for yourself.” Bahamut continued. “Though it will not end well. You will be driven mad.” The illusion down below turned to something that had happened just recently and tears returned to the twelve year old’s eyes, as he watched himself attempt to put his mother back together again. “You will suffer and you will be harmed for a great many years. A sickness that is inside of you will begin to strengthen and turn you into a former shell of yourself.”

“I still don’t understand…” Amon replied, truthfully. What was this sickness? Was that man in the illusion his father? Why had they been abandoned and why was this happening now?

“You will grow into a soldier that cannot be challenged on the field. You will strike down a great many people, innocent and guilty alike. You will scream, you will tear at your hair. You will turn into a monster.” A brief illusion down below showed a man that was unfamiliar yet familiar to Amon all at the same time. Black streaks of some substance dripped down the illusion’s face as it smirked to no one in particular. “You shan’t recognize yourself.”

The illusions changed until it was the ‘older’ unfamiliar Amon standing by himself, holding a knife to his throat.  “In the end---the only recourse in your destiny is death by your own hand. Your time on this Earth will be short and you will not like it, but it will end. It is the only way to end the darkness that is coming.” The child by this point was sobbing with confusion and fear in his heart. He didn’t understand---he had never asked for any of this. All he had ever wanted was to live in that village with his mother, for the rest of his life.

“Fear not, child.” Bahamut’s voice changed to something ‘lighter’, more cheerful. “In death...you will find peace. You will rest well and you will be rewarded for the suffering that you endured.” The ‘god’ set him down on the ground and a light shown nearby where his mother appeared. “In the end, you will be reunited with your mother, Geida..”

Amon wiped his eyes and his voice cracked---for a few seconds, he felt nothing but happiness at seeing his mother ‘whole’. “All I have to do ….is accept?” He asked. “All I have to do is follow the fate that has been written for me?”

Bahamut neither agreed or disagreed with the question at hand.

“You shan’t need to search for repose. It is a revelation by Bahamut, Amon Lucis Caelum shall find peace in his death.”

The boy awoke from his strange dream and found that the stars were no longer there.

There was only darkness and more confusion.

Who was….Amon Lucis Caelum?

[amon-leclair]

trigger warning: death, childhood trauma, blood, violence.

@godlike-creator

Geida Leclair fell and Amon was there to watch the aftermath.

Blood stained his clothes and on his arms were reddish pink pieces of something---a muscle? His eyes went to his mother’s head and it didn’t register that her brain was splattered all over their kitchen. That couldn’t be what was on his arms, right? There was no way his mother’s brain was on his skin. No way. He picked a piece up and threw it to the ground. It all started to blend together. “Mom?” He asked---crawling over to the woman hesitantly. She wasn’t breathing and her eyes had gone cold.

No longer were Geida Leclair’s eyes filled with warmth that had lingered there only a day before. There was nothing. “Mom...wake up…” The child whimpered as he attempted to push her head back together (a vain attempt to save her). It crumbled like mud in his hands. “Mom…” His eyes closed and he began to cry. “Please wake up. Please wake up.”

When the woman didn’t move----he opened his eyes and looked at the flesh staining his hands. “...Mom…..” Amon’s face crumbled in despair. “Mom….” This was what was left of her, brain and blood. That was going to be his last image. He would never be able to truly tell her goodbye or that he was sorry. In his mind, this is how Geida Leclair would forever be.

Verstael turned away from the scene and motioned for the soldiers nearby to grab Amon. “Let’s go. It’s time. He’s had a moment to grieve. Bring him.”

“NO!” Amon’s green eyes shot up at Verstael and he struggled to get away from his captors. “NO!....DON”T MAKE ME LEAVE MY MOTHER….please….don’t make me go. MOM!” He yelled as they removed him from the house. “Don’t let her rot on the ground.” The boy begged. “Bury her. Bury my mom…..she dese--”

Verstael waved a hand toward a soldier and then the world went black around Amon.

“She deserves a proper burial……”

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[amon-leclair]

@ebony-nox

“It is best that we do not continue this, Ebony.”

“I will never be of a sound mind.”

Amon had been the one to pull Ebony and himself apart-----but that hadn’t meant that his love had died. Everyday that he spent away from her, he found that he wished things were different. If he had been able to grow and flourish as one so often did with their loved ones, he could have offered her the world. Things could have been so different and much less complicated than they were now. “I shouldn’t be here. You’re right. I warned you that I was never going to have a stable psyche, Ebony Nox.” He stayed still, watching as she turned around to finally face him.

Her hand reached out for his and for a second---he hesitated. Ebony did not need to be something else for his father, Ardyn to use.  Amon’s green eyes scoured the party for any sign of his father’s eyes on them, but found he was occupied. His hand grasped Ebony’s for a few seconds and he sighed heavily. “I will never be normal, Ebony Knox. I will never know how to fully tear down the walls in my heart.”

“I say what I say----because it is true. I do love you.” The royal spoke honestly and from the heart. After his mother’s death, the man had never loved anyone again until Ebony. She had changed something in him and for a time, he had managed to let her inside of his heart. Things were complicated though and he knew that if he let her go too far, she would be lost to him, eventually.  That was reason why he had to let her go.

He loved her.  She was the one thing in his life that he didn’t regard as a mistake being made on his part. Letting go of her hand, Amon backed away. “I have to go for now, Ebony.” He felt the eyes of Verstael on them and he didn’t want questions asked. “We can talk more if you would like.” Amon lowered his voice. “Come to me tonight...You remember the way don’t you?”

He started to turn around. “I’ll wait for you, Ebony.”

[amon-leclair]

the-chocoboi‌:

@the-chocoboi​

Prompto remained seated, his ocean blue eyes settled on the male’s face with a form of curiosity and concern. Not that getting in fights wasn’t normal, anybody could at any point, but perhaps it seemed to be something darker that lingered off his presence and showed in the way he both acted and behaved. His words showed cynicalness behind it… revealing a life of hardships and lack of trust in others. “Well, I care.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly before turning his gaze in surprise at what he had gotten in a fight with.

Now that wasn’t something someone would hear often, ‘I got in a fight with a Magitek’, I mean, maybe from one of the other guys. But not many people fought these things, they ran from them or died trying. “You know, there is always a chance you’ll win. You just gotta keep your head held high about anything in life… otherwise you’ll get lost under the waves.”

Of course, he would know that the knowledge he held on his father was disturbing… knowing how he had come into existence. But, “If you act like this, you’re not fighting, you’ve already given up… and I’d hate to see someone who is running and escaping the Empire fall to means such as that.” He offered a smile, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Head high, dude, you got this, we all got this.

Amon was puzzled as to why Prompto would be so caring without actually knowing someone. Were there actually people in the world that showed that much kindness without asking for anything in return? It was not something that the elder of the two was used to. “Do you care about everyone in this same manner?” He inquired. “I’ve yet to meet anyone like you, Prompto. You puzzle me.”

The soldier rubbed his chin in thought---maybe he had given up? His mother’s death had put him in a bad way for a long time. He had actually never been given the chance to grieve as one should. A hand gently grasped his shoulder and he glanced over at the blonde. “Yes. I’ve never met someone like you.” Amon reiterated---his voice growing soft. In a past life (as a child), maybe he had known lots of people like this, but now it came as a surprise. It seemed like a trap and it made Amon want to run somewhere, far away. His heart was closed to this sort of thing and the wall that he created was threatening to come down upon him.

It was scary and Amon found himself shrugging Prompto’s hand away as his anxiety increased. He stood and narrowed his eyes at the male. “You don’t know me. Who’s to say that you won’t attack me---minutes from now? Who’s to say I won’t harm you? You shouldn’t blindly believe in people.”

[amon-leclair]

lightning-eclair‌

Lightning hadn’t budged, there was a large threat in having a spy or anyone from the Empire venture their way into Insomnia without letting themselves be known. It could easily be a threat to the King, or honestly, anyone within the city. But with Amon being willing to speak as well as Serah’s words from before in her mind, she remained still to listen to him rather than detain him and immediately drag him into the Citadel to face his punishment. Though the thought of him being punished by law was unsettling, her time spent with him was enough to form something there- she didn’t wish to see harm come to him unless it was done by her hand.

His eyes alone told he spoke the truth, “I do believe you.” She stated, at least that far, he still had yet to explain himself more, and with how sketchy he had been before even when she was under the impression he was a Prince, she stood ready to attack or tackle him down. The mentioning of a father spiked her interest more, along with the name or Verstael, she was glad he kept his voice down for those who may be out and listening in.

There was a long pause, paling of the skin as he finally stated who his father was. Ardyn Izunia, “The Chancellor of Niflheim?” She questioned, her own voice lowered, even nearly growled out at this point as she stepped forward. Could she truly believe that he hated his father? “What happened to you, your mother, and how did your father take it all away?” Actually, now thinking about it she didn’t need to know about Ardyn that much, she was given enough information… but perhaps getting it from an actual inside source would be more valuable.

“You keep avoiding my question Amon and testing my patience on the subject. Why are you here?”

Did Lightning actually believe him?

“----I was taken from my village.” Amon finally answered the woman’s question with a pale face. That last day in his village was not a time that he liked to remember. His mother’s determination flashed before him often, just as much as her lifeless body hitting the floor when she refused to give him up. It was a memory that would be ingrained in his mind for as long as he was permitted to live on Eos.  It was also the reason that he could never accept Ardyn Izunia as his father.  The man often swore that he had nothing to do with her death---but Amon refused to believe that.

“Verstael took me from my mother and killed her. Shot a bullet through her brain.” Amon explained---his eyes closed. “I remember her fighting and then all of the sudden, she was gone. Her body was crumpled on the floor like a piece of paper.” He winced at the comparison but continued nevertheless.  “I still feel the blood on my skin and pieces of her brain on my face.”

His eyes opened and his green hues found Lightning’s with a sad smile. “I am a product of manipulation. I only do as I am told in order to get more information about my mother. Why would she be with someone so cruel?” He tilted his head. “And why would he come for me after all these years?”

There was silence.

“You could have lived in that village for years, Amon. I cared not and I still do not care.”

“Geida Leclair was a fool.”

“I’m here because I will do anything to have some semblance of my mother again. I want her back. I don’t want this life.” Amon lowered his voice even further. “I hate having the damn name “Izunia’ attached to mine.”

[playwithmemeismoving]

Angst Starters

“I never want to see you again.”

“You ruined my life!”

“I wish I could just disappear.”

“I couldn’t save anyone.”

“I’m ugly, inside and out.”

“You’d throw away everything we had together just like that?”

“I’m angry all the time and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“I just wanted to be happy. Just once. Is that too much to ask?”

“This is the last time we can meet like this.”

“Forget about me.”

“I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“What I’ve lost can’t be replaced. Not ever.”

“You never loved me.”

“There’s something broken inside of me.”

“I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Don’t compare your pain to mine. You know nothing.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

“You always come to me with your problems but every time I ask for your help suddenly you’re too busy.”

“It’s not my fault!”

“I betrayed your trust. I’m sorry.”

“Take back what you said.”

“No more lies.”

“If you keep pushing people away you’ll end up all alone.”

“Don’t pretend to be the victim here!”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“Heroes don’t live long.”

“I won’t be your dirty secret.”

“I can feel myself dying.”

“Don’t give up yet.”

“They’re all gone.”

[amon-leclair]

❝ A broken heart can be as lethal as a bullet to the brain. ❞

“Why does everyone quote poetry to me? Leave me be. I don’t want to hear it.”

[amon-leclair]

the-chocoboi‌:

{ Cont. } @amon-leclair

Prompto was taken back by the sudden question thrown at him moments after his own. Did it matter who he was? He was simply asking how he had managed to get such a nasty looking black eye. “I’m Prompto… I don’t believe we’ve met before.” He admitted, offering a sheepish smile while his hands glided into his jean pockets. “I had seen you over here when passing by with my buds, wanted to make sure you were okay.” He paused for a moment, watching as the other male seemed to relax and sit down, Prompto finding himself following the same motion and taking a seat across from him.

“Sorry if I bothered you… or uh… still am. What kind of fight… did ya win?” He smirked a bit before being questioned about his father. The memories of meeting Verstael for the first time had caved their way into his mind and threatened to bring forth emotions he rather not. “I uh… don’t really know. A nobody most likely.”

@the-chocoboi​

“People don’t just stop to see if other people are okay.” Amon answered---his face sullen and grim. That wasn’t something that happened, not in this day and time or was it that he had just never experienced something like that? He was quiet for a few moments, contemplating and trying to decide if this man---’Prompto’ was being sincere. He seemed like it, but Amon had met plenty of people who seemed truthful when they weren’t.

“Magitek.” Amon finally offered, opening his eyes to look at that blonde haired man. That’s when he decided that Prompto was sincere. The hurt in his eyes reflected the same pain that he most often felt as well. “I’m running from the Empire.” He closed his eyes again. “That is a fight that I will never win. I wish my father was a nobody as well.” Prompto’s words about his father being nobody weren’t true of course---there was no way the man wasn’t Verstael’s son (it wasn’t Amon’s place to say it, though).

“It’s a fight I’ll never truly win.”

[rp-meme-central]

Crying sentence starters

1. “Why are you crying?” 

2. “Please don’t cry.” 

3. “Are you crying?” 

4. “Who made you cry? I’ll kill them.” 

5. “This movie always makes me cry.” 

6. “I’ll be okay. I just need to cry for a bit.” 

7. “Have you been crying?” 

8. “Crying never solved anything.” 

9. “Don’t cry. If you start crying then I’ll start crying.” 

10. “Sorry I cried on you.” 

11. “I’m not crying.” 

12. “I haven’t cried in years.” 

13. “I’m too tough to cry.” 

14. “Don’t cry for me. I’m okay.” 

15. “Don’t cry for me. I’m not worth it.”  

[horrificmemes]

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

[lightning-eclair]

amon-leclair‌:

“Amon—my child.” His father motioned for him to enter the room and the twenty-four year old did as he said. For a few minutes, neither of the two men spoke, each waited for the other to make the first move. When Amon wouldn’t budge, his father smiled. It wasn’t kind, but it also wasn’t cruel. It was calculating and curious. “You don’t visit me often enough. I think that should change.”

Amon wanted to tell him that it wouldn’t change, but he did not. What he additionally wanted to do was leave the room and tell his father that any assignments had to go through his commanding officer. Still, he did not move. Maybe there was something within the soldier that he didn’t want to admit.  Maybe he actually cared about what his father wanted to tell him. “Get on with it.” The man finally spoke, annoyance seeping into his voice.

His father stood and paced around the room—talking of some mission in Insomnia as an undercover prince. The bulk of it was just to give Niflheim information about the kingdom’s security and what not—it was nothing elaborate.  It was just a simple plan that may or may not get him killed. “If you do this, Amon…..” His father smiled while walking back to his desk, this time kind and warm. “I will give you something of your mother’s that was recovered from your village and–tell you anything about our past together that you want to know.”

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Manipulation.

That was what Amon was doing there. He wanted his mother’s things and he wanted to know what the hell she was thinking when she met his father. His fists balled up in frustration when Lighting let go of him and he shook his head. No—this wasn’t fair.  “It doesn’t matter who I am, does it, Lightning?” He asked, kicking a few rocks out of his way as he moved from the woman. “I’m going to die when you let the glaive know. When Regis finds out, I’m dead.”

This was traitorous. This was ridiculous. He had never wanted this. “I’m from a village outside of Tenebrae.” Amon paced a few feet away from Lightning, kicking up dust in his anger. “My mother was Geida Leclair. She was a seamstress and a really good one at that. Doesn’t matter anymore though. She’s dead. Verstael killed her.”

“My name was ripped from me after that. I’m truly not even a Leclair.”

The strong urge to drag him to the Citadel and throw him before the King was nearly hard to ignore. Some man had snuck into the Citadel under a false royal bloodline, and for what? What was his means for being here, was he a threat to the Lucis family? If that was the case, she’d need to deal with him sooner rather than later, but then again the King and his court may have something different in mind for him. But with that came all the time she spent near him as he was, she wasn’t attached. But felt as if his betrayal being met with her own would lead to nothing.

Her gaze remained on Amon, her fist tightening in annoyance at how they had all been lied to. Though she questioned him, she didn’t want to hear his answers- an internal war was raging in Lightning of just wanting to throw Amon under the bus but the other telling her to remain silent and listen to him instead of acting out.

                   "Come on Light, you gotta be open to others. Not everyone can easily be so straight forward like you, lighten up, please…“

Serah’s words… more so Snow’s words but through her lips ran through Lightning’s mind as she loosened her grip. Her body remained tense, ready to chase him down if needed, yet a part of her believed he wouldn’t do such a thing, it would be foolish and put him in more trouble than he already would be.

Her lip curled, eyes narrowing on him, "It clearly matters to me, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked.” She rolled her eyes, if there was one thing about him that she believed would always carry through no matter whom he was pretending to be, was that childish behaviour and simple mindset he had. “If it didn’t matter, I would have been dragging you back right this moment.” She fell silent when he began to speak. His story had made her fall silent from a moment, The mentioning of Verstael was enough to make her believe he had connections to the Empire, yet, she waited.

“So if you’re not a Leclair, then what are you. Why are you here?”

[amon-leclair]

@lightning-eclair

This was it---Amon was trapped in a corner and there was no way out of it. Lightning was sure to take him back to Regis and reveal the truth of the matter. He wasn’t a prince in distress nor was he running from a war. The war was apart of him. “For a long time, Lightning…..I didn’t know who I was. All I wanted was my mother. You have to believe me.” His eyes for merely a second reflected the pain that he felt on the inside. He shifted a few feet away from her and smiled sadly. “I never wanted any part of this.”

Could he run? Possibly. He was a strong man and often during this little mission, he had held back his true strength. Lightning had been trained in the same manner as him though, it seemed---so she was probably going to be a match to be reckoned with. The odds of him being dragged back to the Kingsglaive within minutes were strong but he also didn’t know if he could trust her. Verstael and Ardyn were possibly the only people on the planet that knew of his existence.

“My father didn’t want me. Verstael made that much clear from the beginning of my training.” Amon lowered his voice as he recounted the tale for the first time. “He didn’t even want to introduce me to him. I figured it out on my own then I demanded answers.” He turned away from the woman--glancing at the people walking by with envy. “I hate my father. I do. Because of him, everything was taken from me.”

“My father is Ardyn Izunia.”

[amon-leclair]

❝ You are a victim of your own broken heart. ❞

@crystal-approved-king

“I’m a victim?”

“Who are you to tell me that I’m a victim—Noctis Lucis Caelum?”

“You’ve always been in your castle able to do as you so please.” Amon paced in front of the prince, unsure of why he was even giving the younger man any attention. The boy didn’t know anything about him or what he had been through. No—he refused to be a victim. He had risen above what had happened when he was twelve. Sure, his mother was dead. His father didn’t give a shit about him and he had been seemingly raised by a mad man, but he wasn’t a victim. He was a fighter and he was still fighting for his right to freedom in their planet, Eos. “Your father protected you from every little thing.” Amon continued to speak—his anger flowing out like a raging river.

“People like me do not run from their fate, Noctis.” Amon said with a grim stare. “We don’t run. We accept what is going to happen to us. You run. That’s what everyone sees and what everyone says.” He crossed his arms in front of the prince and looked at the ground. Truthfully, he cared not about the prince but somehow the pair had met up. “I know what’s going to happen to me, Noctis. Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” The twenty four year old posed the questioned in a serious manner.

“Cousin….don’t tell me about broken hearts.”

[vaememes]

💔     HEART     ACHE     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !  

❝ You are a victim of your own broken heart. ❞

❝ You’re breaking my heart.  ❞

❝ The heart is just a muscle, isn’t that right? ❞

❝ You’ve left a void in me that cannot be filled. ❞

❝ Time does not heal a broken heart as they say. ❞

❝ How do you cope when the love is with somebody else? ❞

❝ Well, you can’t have heartbreak without love. ❞

❝ Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery. ❞

❝ My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. ❞

❝ There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it. ❞

❝ Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you. ❞

❝ I was born the day you kissed me, died the day you left me.  ❞

❝ I’ve fallen victim to love once in my life, it was enough for me.  ❞

❝ I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. ❞

❝ I would have followed you to hell and back… if only you’d lead me back.  ❞

❝ I had fallen but you were not there to catch me.  ❞

❝ This pain has not passed, this pain, I’m afraid, it will never pass. ❞

❝ A broken heart can be as lethal as a bullet to the brain. ❞

❝ As if you gave your heart to autumn, for what it destroys never blossoms again. ❞

❝ A single heartbreak teaches you more than what a lifetime of schooling can. ❞

❝ You taught me how to live with you, now tell me how to live without you… ❞

❝ You hurt me and yet I cannot stay away, I am miserable either way. ❞

❝ Do you know why he did what he did to you? Because he could. ❞

❝ I have been bitter since the day you broke my heart. ❞

❝ Today is just another day of trying to get by without you. ❞

❝ An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost. ❞

❝ I cannot carry on with my future when I am stuck in my past. ❞

❝ Many things we die but this love I have for you will not. ❞

❝ I could never love another as I do you, even if I wanted to. ❞

❝ This heart break will be the death of me. ❞

❝ I still fight and I don’t know why. ❞

❝ If our love is tragedy then are you my remedy? ❞

❝ When you’re ready, come find me, my heart is open. ❞

❝ Love is both, the strongest and the weakest thing you can have in life. ❞

❝ Black misery painted on a blood red heart. ❞

❝ You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love. ❞

❝ Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from. ❞

❝ My heart does not beat, it aches, for you. ❞

❝ Do you even know how you make me weak? ❞

❝ If you lose your one and only, there’s always room here for the lonely. ❞

❝ Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable. ❞

❝ Sometimes it feels like love and sometimes it feels like the death. ❞

❝ I don’t know where your heart is but mine is bruised. ❞

❝ I tried to wash the scars and marks from under my skin but you’re etched in me like stone.❞

❝ You call it love, but still you hate me? ❞

❝ You’re the pain and the medicine, one taste and I’m numb again. ❞

❝ With you next to me, there’s no darkness I can’t overcome.  ❞

❝ They don’t love you the way I love you. ❞

❝ What a wicked way to treat the one that loves you. ❞

❝ What’s worse, looking jealous or crazy? ❞

❝ There’s a fire starting in my heart, it’s bringing me out the dark. ❞

❝ The scars of your love remind me of us. ❞

❝ Tears of blood fall from my broken heart. ❞  

❝ Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. ❞

❝ When it’s all said and done, I’m still in love with you. ❞

❝ I want you to know that I’m all yours. ❞

❝ You could break my heart in two but when it heals, it beats for you. ❞

❝ The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…  ❞

❝ Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time. ❞ 

❝ I know you still think about the times we had. ❞

❝ I’ve been so selfish because I love you so much. ❞

❝ You’re just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill. ❞

❝ I bet you start loving me as soon as I start loving somebody else. ❞

❝ Do you ever think of me when you lie? ❞

❝ I fell for your lies, you hurt me, all the time. ❞

❝ Despite everything, I still remain loving you. ❞

❝ I’m waiting for the one day to come, when I can look at you and feel nothing. ❞

❝ Love creeps up on you, you never know how hard it’s there until they leave.  ❞

❝ I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for just how badly I broke you.. ❞

❝ What chance did we have against fate? ❞

❝ Be careful when fixing broken people. You may end up cutting yourself. ❞

❝ Every other lover will always be compared to you. ❞

❝ I would recognize your heartbeat from the ends of space. ❞

❝ Even in dreams, ghosts of former happiness haunt me. ❞

❝ You should see me when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter. ❞

❝ Love, but don’t fall in love because everything that falls breaks. ❞

❝ If my love was a war, you only fought for the glory of winning. ❞

❝ How many hearts have you collected? How many chests have you left aching and empty? ❞  

❝ I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ❞

❝ If it’s a question of my heart, you’ve got it. It don’t belong to anyone but you. ❞

[amon-leclair]

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’

@the-chocoboi

“Who are you?” Amon asked—instantly backing away from the seemingly friendly blonde haired man. It wasn’t his demeanor that threw Amon off, it was his features. He looked awfully like someone that had ripped him away from his mother twelve years ago. It couldn’t be Verstael though–could it? He was far away from them, probably in Niflheim biding his time and doing more experiments that were going to get more people killed. At this thought, Amon relaxed a bit and took a deep breath.

“I was in a fight….” He sat down on the grass and closed his eyes while soaking up the last rays of the sun. This was a rare treat that he didn’t often get and he was going to enjoy it, despite the intrusion. “That’s where I got it.” Amon peeked at the man again and then asked the question that was on his mind. “Who is your father? You look familiar.”